"How did you figure all of this out?" Ursula asked.
"Experience," he said, with a gesture in the direction of her cunt which indicated that she was the classic example of Type B. Which sort of amused her, since she was much more of an alley cat than a tease.
Meanwhile, Clif and Antonia were going at it furiously while Jack watched. The tickling had of course turned into sexual caressing (Clif had been curious to see if his daughter's cunt was ticklish), and this had led to her getting his prick shoved in her dainty twat, which was just exactly what she wanted.
It occurred to her that she had never fucked her father in the missionary position yet, so she lay back with her legs spread and her cunt open and inviting. That was like a red flag to a bull, and Clif had just about thrown himself on his daughter in his eagerness to get his organ into her twat.
Jack had just as strong a voyeuristic streak in him as the other members of the family, and the sight of his father bucking away inside his sister's body was enough to cause his prick to start to swell up again. He'd already had two comes, and that was about his limit, so he didn't really get completely hard again. But he did get enough of an erection for him to be able to use the "flat-hand" technique of masturbation, which really doesn't require much of a hard-on.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Antonia gasped as she felt the big rod pistoning her. During sex she often liked to call him "Daddy" instead of "Dad". It made her feel like more of a little girl.
Mom… wasn't… kidding… she thought as she felt the wonderful way in which her labia were drawn back and forth across her clit. The missionary… is… fantastic!
Not that she hadn't been fucked in the missionary before. In fact, that was about all that the dumb high school boys she'd let in her panties knew how to do. But there was such a difference between the missionary as done by some dumb, pimply-faced teenage boy and the missionary as done by a virile man, particularly when that man happened to be her father!
As Jack stroked his semi-hard prick he thought, not for the first time, that he really should get around to fucking that cute sister of his. She looked so adorable and feminine lying on the bed there under his father.
Antonia felt her clit go numb, and then suddenly her pussy was exploding in a wild burst of sensation, while her father's tool shot its stuff way up into her.
Jack was coming, too, his prick trembling and a bit of spunk dribbling out of it, though he really didn't have much left after all the action he'd been engaged in that morning.
When they were finished, the three of them went downstairs.
"I guess we should have waited for you," Clif said to his wife, "but we got sort of carried away."
"Don't worry," Ursula said, "TV repairmen know how to take care of lots of other things besides TVs."
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't know, Antonia. Its so awful that I don't know if I can even talk to you about it."
It was Julie Lamont who was talking, Antonia's best friend. Judging from the look on her face something was really bugging the hell out of her, and Antonia had just asked what that something was.
"C'mon Julie," Antonia said, "you know I won't look down on you or anything, no matter what it is. I mean, I'm your friend."
"Well, okay," Julie said after a long pause. "You know my brother Henry? Well, I keep having these funny desires. I mean, when he's around…"
"Your pussy gets all wet?" Antonia asked gently.
"Antonia!?"
"I'm not putting you down. I'm just trying to be helpful. Isn't that what happens? Your pussy gets all wet, your nipples swell up, and you can't help thinking how absolutely groovy it would be to be in the sack with him."
"Yeah, that's easy enough to say, but when the guy's your own brother?" There was an edge of bitterness in Julie's voice, a tone that seemed to say, "you don't know what it's like to actually have these awful feelings."
"Hell, I can't blame you, Henry's a really neat guy." Henry was seventeen, and a big school athlete.
"But he's my brother!" Julie said.
"Jack's my brother, and for that matter, he's my little brother."
Julie looked at Antonia wide-eyed, hardly daring believe that someone might have the same dreadful feelings that she did.
"You mean you… get excited… when Jack's around?" Julie asked.
"Sometimes I have to change my panties, otherwise my pussy would get all chapped," Antonia said with a laugh.
"But what do you do about these feelings?" Julie asked anxiously.
"I satisfy them!"
Antonia felt a bit dubious about revealing the fact of her incestuous relations with Jack to a third party without Jack's consent, but she knew that Julie could be trusted, particularly since she knew that Julie regarded herself as being just as "guilty". Also, there was a strong exhibitionistic streak in Antonia that made it exciting for her to reveal her secret to another person.
"You satisfy these feelings?"
"Look, Julie, what's the normal solution when a prick gets hard for a cunt, and a cunt gets wet for the prick? Fit the two together, and the problem's taken care of."
"But with your own brother?"
"Why not, if he's a groovy guy with a good prick? Look, Julie, there's no point in being naive about all this. The number of cases of incest that take place in the U.S. each year is in the millions."
In fact, Antonia didn't have even the most remote idea how many cases of incest there were in the United States, but the rather strong romantic strain in her made her regard statistics as something to be manipulated or even invented at will. After all, the only reason they existed in the first place was to prove points.
"Yeah, I guess so," Julie said slowly, obviously tempted by the possibility that there was no reason for her to feel as guilty as she did.
"Of course," she added quickly, "Henry and I haven't actually done anything. I know he isn't even aware of how I feel for him. But I have… well, played with myself while imagining Henry fucking me."
Antonia liked Julie a lot, but there was something about this timid pussyfooting around that sort of irked her.
"For heaven's sake, Julie," she said, "the way you said that, I almost think the next thing that you're going to tell me is that masturbation is 'wrong'."
Julie didn't say anything to that, partly because she had never been able to completely convince herself that masturbation wasn't wrong.
"Look, Julie, what's the point of beating yourself off when you could have the real thing? If Henry's prick is anything like as big and athletic as the rest of him, I'm sure that it'll satisfy your cunt a lot better than your fingers will."
"I know, Antonia, but even if I wanted to, how would I get him interested? I mean, if I told Henry I was hot for him, he might really flip out. He might even tell Mom and Dad and suggest that I be hauled off to some psychiatrist or something like that."
"Yeah… but listen, I have a groovy idea. Suppose you and Henry were to go for a walk in the woods. And just by chance, you came upon a brother and sister making love…"
Julie's eyes lit up in admiration of the scheme even before she heard the rest of it.
"You'd tell your brother that you wanted to watch – the couple would have to be people he knew so that he'd know they were brother and sister – and both of you would lie on the ground to spy. You'd be right next to him, all soft and feminine. You might even arrange to do this just before your period so that there'd be a bit of feminine odor, and I think you could count on nature taking its course. Even if he wasn't inspired to take you in his arms and fuck the living daylights out of you, you'd know by virtue of that that he isn't incest material, and that you'd better try and focus your desires elsewhere."